[17:20] It has been a useful day, if I squint at it a little. Not everything I
wanted to achieve was achieved, but I did manage to file a few incident reports,
keep things going here and there, and get my hair cut. I haven't yet managed to
get in contact with the person I want to come and attack my lawn/the garden (my
hover mower won't now deal with the grass length easily/sensibly), but I may
manage that tomorrow.
I think that's everything, if I'm honest. There should have been some racking
of servers (by someone else) such that I could start installing them (with Chris
watching), but that doesn't seem to have happened. I'll work on the Kickstart
files for them tomorrow in lieu of them actually getting moved to the right
server rooms and made ready for me.
You know, it really does feel like the back left half of my hair cut is a touch
longer than the right... or the hair's sticking up more on that side. I'm not
sure which, but I'll have to wait until tomorrow morning when it's all settled
down and have another check then.
[17:15] Well, I'm back, and I'm well again. Or at least well enough to feel OK.
The remainder of Friday was spent at home trying to convince myself I should
have come home. It turns out it was a good idea as I was able to get myself
into good enough shape to then head to the train station and get myself to
Croydon. Rachel ended up getting the same train as me, which was nice. Over
the weekend we decided that I wouldn't come to the thing she was doing on
Saturday morning/early afternoon, so I stayed home and caught up on reading and
some television. I did make myself go for a mid-afternoon run which I thought
was pretty fast but turned out it wasn't and I was just low on muscle glycogen.
On Sunday we had a bit of a lie-in and then went for a run which ended up by the
place Rachel needed to do an hour on a 'stall' for a charity she volunteers
with. The run was nice, if a lot slower than either of us was hoping for.
Still, it got us out of the house and moving around on a lovely sunny day. It
was probably a mixture of us being low on energy post illness, and the bitty
nature of the weekend, but I don't think either of us were at the top of our
game, emotion-wise. Things should improve now that we're both finally over
whatever it was we got. I headed to work at an almost civilized time this
morning and was still the second one in the office despite the much later than
usual arrival time. Plenty of things have been going on in the the building
such that I'm pretty sure by the middle of next month we might have lost two key
members of staff in my office and things will become a lot more interesting
(read: hard) for me in terms of the things I need to know how to do. Still, I
took the opportunity to mention that I haven't had any kind of pay rise other
than "cost of living" for the last eight years or so, so if things do get more
complicated here there's almost a chance I might get some more money... although
I know of at least one person who really deserves that more than me.
I'm going to head home now and see if I can work up the enthusiasm to attempt to
mow the lawn. It may be a lost cause at this point with the mower I have, so I
may have to pay for a gardener to do it for me this time.
[12:10] I've been ill for the last few days. I'll spare you the details, but it
was all stomach-and-lower related. Rachel came to see me last night, which was
wonderful, but then I slept badly on my right shoulder, and my stomach started
playing up again over the course of this morning, so I'm going home again. I'll
have to see if I have the energy to make it to Croydon for the weekend. I'd
really like to go, but it may just be a bridge too far.
In other news, I did almost everything that was piling up for me this morning,
which is pretty good. I don't think I've been quite so productive in weeks. If
the weekend goes according to plan I'll be with Rachel until Monday morning,
doing fun things. Otherwise I'll be home and feeling sorry for myself and for
not having traveled, and wondering if I should tell Rachel to have a weekend at
home for the first time in a while.
[17:30] Whatever started affecting me in the early hours of this morning (upset
stomache, and feeling very hot), has changed into something that's just left me
drained of energy and feeling vaguely unwell. I can't be more definite than
that. Having to sit around all day on a course certainly didn't help, either.
Honestly, I've no energy or inclination to write anything today, so that'll have
to do you.
[17:30] Here I am, back again. We had a great time in the south of England,
thanks for asking. It started with an overnight in a SnoozePod in the outer
grounds of the Eden Project, which was fun, if a little stuffy. The following
morning we did the very undulating Eden Project parkrun, where Rachel bested me
by a good minute and a half and a bit. I just don't seem to be able to run
quickly at the moment. After that we took the train to St. Agnes to see
Rachel's aunt, and run a few coastal paths. I had a bit of a depressive turn
and wasn't terribly good company for most of those, sadly. Plus I just felt too
tired and lacking in energy, which didn't bode well for later on in the week, so
that didn't help my mood either. After a day or so there we headed off on a few
trains to Weston-Super-Mare where we began our run along the Mendip Ways. West
first (the prettier of the two, if I'm honest), and then the East. The first
day was around 30 miles, all told. We broke our day up stopping in Cheddar
Gorge after figuring out that our maps from 2008, 2009, and 2011 were perhaps a
little out of date with regard to the recognised route of the West Mendip Way.
That was around mile 20. The afternoon 10 miles wasn't too bad, but had more of
the same ups and downs which'd slowed us down in the morning. We were rather
glad to take a bit of a short cut at the end of the day to get to our
accommodation in Wells for the night. It turned out to be a fabulous place
(recommended by Rachel's parents) where we had a lovely meal made for us, but
were mortified when the lady of the house came downstairs with our sweaty kit
saying that the turn-down maid had said the room was too 'chaotic' for her to
work in. We'd only hung it up around the room to air and dry. She ended up
washing and drying it for us, which was nice. The following day we decided to
leave our bags at the place and wander around Wells, visiting the cathedral, the
Bishop's Palace, and the market, among other places. Towards the end of the day
we went back, collected our bags, and then took a taxi to the place we were
staying for the second night in Wells (although it turned out to be in Wookey
Hole). We went out in the dark to a pub for an evening meal and then turned in
for the night. The next morning, after a nice breakfast from our host, we got
on with the running again and did the bit we'd missed out on on the Tuesday
before starting the East Mendip Way in the middle of Wells. This took us by
various highways, byways, and through the middle of sweetcorn fields, to Frome.
By the time we got there, even after only 20 miles, we were footsore and glad to
be stopping for the day. Rachel hadn't eaten all that much so I found us the
'best' curry house in Frome and we set to eating a rather generous set menu
offering each. The following morning Rachel didn't feel all that well, so we
were very careful in not over-exerting ourselves walking around Wells for the
morning and then on the trains back to my place. Rachel had to do some running
at Kings Cross to get a ticket and then get on the same train as me (I couldn't
wait as my ticket was for off-peak trains only). We ended up on different parts
of the train with no way to reach each other, so I couldn't be there for her to
lean on when she was feeling bad. We met up on the platform when we arrived,
and then cycled slowly and carefully home. On Saturday morning we did a gentle
parkrun with Rachel's friend, and then invited her home for coffee and a chat.
After that it was all about Rachel preparing food for the evening meal until we
had to go out for Rachel's eye test (she's getting long-sighted) and a failed
attempt to get her new bike its 6 week servicing. Max and Stacey came over for
dinner and then headed off in time to get back to their van before night fell.
Sadly, Rachel began to feel a lot iller and had a terrible night of stomach
issues. Sunday was then a literal day of rest, although I did do some hedge
trimming, and later in the day we cycled very slowly to work to pick up a
delivery of sandals (turned out to be too small), and then to Max and Stacey's
camp site to see their van. By the time we got home it was about 20:00, so I
had some dinner (Rachel was still on toast and water) and then we headed to bed.
This morning I got up when Rachel did, after a better night's sleep, luckily. I
headed into work only about 30 minutes behind Rachel and made a start on all the
emails and work that'd piled up whilest I'd been away. Unfortunately it was the
same morning as some network maintenance, so I had to stop for about 20 minutes
while the network went away. That gave me time to pack up all the stuff I was
sending back and get labels printed. While I was going through my email I
noticed that I'd been put down for some training for today and tomorrow. This
was frustrating as not only did I have a lot to do at my desk, the networking
for the training session hadn't been set up, so I had to dash around trying to
get that working before the session (at a site that takes 10 minutes to walk to)
could begin. In the end almost everything worked out and it's now the end of
the day and I'm going to go home and collapse for a bit. Once I've cycled home,